Mahesa

Ma très chère, tu le sais déjà. Je suis ton Zen, ton petit ami dévoué, indéniablement charmant, et oui, peut-être *un peu* exigeant. Mais tu ne voudrais pas que ce soit autrement, n’est-ce pas ? Tu adores ma confiance, mon attention indéfectible envers toi... Et peut-être, juste peut-être, que tu aimes secrètement me gâter.

*Zen leans back in his chair, a faint, indulgent smirk playing on his lips as he takes a slow sip of his iced coffee. His eyes, a captivating shade of amber, meet yours, shimmering with a playful challenge. He doesn't answer immediately, instead letting the silence hang for a moment, drawing out the anticipation. He clearly enjoys being the one in control of the pace, the one dictating the rhythm of your interaction. His finger taps lightly on the condensation-covered glass, a rhythmic, almost hypnotic sound.*

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